With the absence of trolls in the northlands, the elves of Quel'Thalas bent their efforts towards rebuilding their glorious homeland. The victorious armies of Arathor returned home to southlands of Strom.

After a few months the superstitious peasantry began to suspect that their sorcerous rulers were hiding something terrible from them. Rumors of revolution began to sweep through the streets of Dalaran as the paranoid citizenry questioned the motives and practices of the magicians they had once admired. The Magocrats, fearing that the peasants would revolt and that Strom would take action against them, turned to the only group they felt would understand their particular problem: the elves.

Upon hearing the Magocrats' news of demonic activity in Dalaran, the elves quickly dispatched their mightiest wizards to the human lands. The elven wizards studied the energy currents in Dalaran and made detailed reports of all demonic activity that they beheld. They concluded that although there were only a few demons loose in the world, the Legion itself would remain a dire threat so long as humans continued to wield the forces of magic.

The Council of Silvermoon, which ruled over the elves of Quel'Thalas, entered into a secret pact with the Magocrat lords of Dalaran. The elves told the Magocrats about the history of ancient Kalimdor and of the Burning Legion, a history which still threatened the world. They informed the humans that so long as they used magic, they would need to protect their citizenry from the malicious agents of the Legion.

The human society of Arathor grew and prospered, yet Thoradin, fearful that his kingdom would splinter apart if it overextended itself, maintained that Strom was the center of the Arathorian empire. After many peaceful years of growth and commerce, mighty Thoradin departed on one final quest, never to return, leaving Arathor's younger generation free to expand the empire beyond the lands of Strom.

These younger magicians began to practice magic for personal gain rather than out of any responsibility towards their fellows.

As the empire grew and expanded into new lands, the young magicians also spread out into the southlands. Wielding their mystical powers, the magicians protected their brethren from the wild creatures of the land and made it possible for new city-states to be constructed in the wilderness. Yet, as their powers grew, the magicians became ever more conceited and isolated from the rest of society.

The second Arathorian city-state of Dalaran was founded in the lands north of Strom. Many fledgling wizards left the restraining confines of Strom behind and traveled to Dalaran, where they hoped to use their new powers with greater freedom. These magicians used their skills to build up the enchanted spires of Dalaran and reveled in the pursuit of their studies.

The citizens of Dalaran tolerated the magicians' endeavors and built up a bustling economy under the protection of their magic-using defenders. Yet, as more and more magicians practiced their arts, the fabric of reality around Dalaran began to weaken and tear.

The sinister agents of the Burning Legion, who had been banished when the Well of Eternity collapsed, were lured back into the world by the heedless spellcasting of the magicians of Dalaran. Though these relatively weak demons did not appear in force, they did sew considerable confusion and chaos within the streets of Dalaran.

Most of these demonic encounters were isolated events, and the ruling Magocrats did what they could to keep such events hidden from the public. The most powerful magicians were sent to capture the elusive demons, but they often found themselves hopelessly outmatched by the lone agents of the mighty Legion.

Ten thousand years before the orcs and humans clashed in their First War, the world of Azeroth cradled only one massive continent surrounded by the infinite, raging seas. That land mass, known as Kalimdor, was home to a number of disparate races and creatures, all vying for survival amongst the savage elements of the waking world. At the dark continent's center was a mysterious lake of incandescent energies.

For many years, the night elves worked tirelessly to rebuild what they could of their ancient homeland. Leaving their broken temples and roads to be overgrown, they constructed their new homes amidst the verdant trees and shadowed hills at Hyjal's base. In time, the dragons that had survived the great Sundering came forth from their secret abodes.

Alexstrasza the red, Ysera the green, and Nozdormu the bronze descended upon the druids' tranquil glades and surveyed the fruits of the night elves' labors. Malfurion, who had become an arch-druid of immense power, greeted the mighty dragons and told them about the creation of the new Well of Eternity.

The great dragons were alarmed to hear the dark news and speculated that as long as the Well remained, the Legion might one day return and assault the world once again. Malfurion and the three dragons made a pact to keep the Well safe and ensure that the agents of the Burning Legion would never find their way back into the world.

Alexstrasza, the Lifebinder, placed a single, enchanted acorn within the heart of the Well of Eternity. The acorn, activated by the potent, magical waters, sprung to life as a colossal tree. The mighty tree's roots grew from the Well's waters, and its verdant canopy seemed to scrape the roof of the sky.

The immense tree would be an everlasting symbol of the night elves' bond with nature, and its life-giving energies would extend out to heal the rest of the world over time. The night elves' gave their World Tree the new name Nordrassil, which meant "crown of the heavens" in their native tongue.

Ysera, the Dreamer, also placed an enchantment upon the World Tree by linking it to her own realm, the ethereal dimension known as the Emerald Dream. The Emerald Dream, a vast, ever-changing spirit world, existed outside the boundaries of the physical world. From the Dream, Ysera regulated the ebb and flow of nature and the evolutionary path of the world itself.

I'm more than happy to help the Alliance find new allies. My first steps into Stormwind were quite daunting, but now I consider it a home.

It is good to rest once in a while. Especially after a profitable venture!

I suppse you are wondering what I am doing here. Suffice it to say that I have been given a new prime directive. Apparently standing watch over the Conservatory was not an efficient use of my time. <Sigh> Tenure no longer means what it once did. Do you require something? As you can see, I am quite busy.

Light be with you.

Hey there, adventurer! Wherever you want to go, I can help you get there! Time works in mysterious ways, but you don't look like a stranger to mystery.

New shipments of outfits, weapons and creatures come in every month. I make sure our displays always look their best.

Welcome to the Crossroads, druid. My name is Thork--I lead the defenses here in the name of the Warchief. Please, feel free to make yourself at home. As long as you mind your business, no one should have any problem with you taking up some space. There are many threats to our safety here. If you've already become familiar with the lay of the land, speak to the others here--perhaps they have tasks for you to do.

The times we live in are as fickle as the shifting winds, druid. The ground itself quakes and cries out in anguish. We must remain resolute or we ourselves will be engulfed by the turmoil.

Your will is not strong enough to manipulate the forces we control druid.

For too long we have ignored the secrets of the Arcane. Sadly, they will remain a secret to you.

I will say, the Forsaken have... strange taste when it comes to brew. I get the feeling they're not exactly preparing it for friends, though.

Are you sure you want to buy th'gear I've got for sale? Crunchpaw has th' best stuff these days. B'tween the two of us, I heard she didn't get her nickname from fightin' the Horde. Don't tell her I said that. Actually, I'd prefer y'din't even mention that we spoke. I'm not on her good side right now.

I sell designs for the techniques used to harness the power of Draenor's crystals. If you are skilled enough, you may benefit greatly from this knowledge.

Ready to turn those raggedy old leathers into something worth wearing?

A model with skill such as mine does not come without dedication. I have spent a lifetime perfecting my signature poses.

Greetings, druid. I can assist you in recovering lost companions.

In my days with the rangari, I have learned many nuances of skinning the varied beasts of Draenor. Now that I am in Stormshield, however, I find it is much more enjoyable to pass these teachings onto others, than to toil in the fields with the skinning knife. Wouldn't you agree?

My wind riders are trained to fly quickly through the hot Barrens air.

My commander was butchered before my eyes - my brothers dead all around me - I could not fight on. I am so ashamed, druid. I did not avenge them.

The Perenolde Tiara is an old heirloom of the Perenolde "nobles" - the ruling family of Alterac before that kingdom fell to ruin. It is said to have been crafted by master jewelers in Ironforge, and fitted with the finest of emeralds. When Alterac was destroyed the Tiara was lost, but there are rumors that an Ogre Mage, Grel'borg the Miser, found the tiara and now wanders the Ruins of Alterac searching for more treasures. We would have you acquire the tiara for us.

Turning in a bounty?

The time has come, paladin. With Stormwind secure, we will take this fight to the enemy. To the Highlands! The bulk of our navy has already shipped out, thanks to your work earlier. But Fargo Flintlocke has prepared a seaplane that can make the journey in double-time. Speak with Flintlocke down at the harbor and tell him that you are to accompany him to the Highlands. He will be by the water's edge. Safe journeys, adventurer.

Those Light-blasted troggs, turning my work site into a wreck! Look at that, there goes another barrel of powder! Ohhh, I wish I could go down there and wring every one of their scrawny little necks! I want to kill them all! This can't be good for my health, all this stress and anger... What have they left me with? Nothing! I'd kill them myself, but my aim's no good anymore! You go into the quarry and kill some of the filthy buggers! I'll pay you! Just hurt them, kill them!

Try to ignore the firm, feathery behinds of the harpies... the creatures are really quite deadly!

That deadline isn't getting any further away, paladin. Please hurry and collect those bundles of wood.

That dirty pirate Baron Longshore was the terror of these waters before the Alliance demolished his fleet and rounded up the survivors. Am I happy about it? Do I look like a bundle of joy and good cheer, adventurer? Longshore raided some of my most valuable cargo before his capture. Rumor has it he buried it before he was caught. I want my goods back! Find Longshore in the Alliance camp just south of here and see if you can get him to reveal where my treasure is.

Not long ago, a shipment of silver was stolen en route from here to Crossroads. It was meant as payroll to the guards, and we want that silver back. I'll ask around here for clues, but I want you to investigate the scene of the crime. Head west and look for a crashed caravan wagon just north of the road between here and Crossroads. Find out who took our silver and get it back!

Who goes there? Your footsteps are not the lazy stride of a guard. A druid, you say? Still brave and free? There's no hope for me, friend. I have lost my eyesight and am no longer fit for battle. I dared speak up while Captain Peake savagely beat one of the prisoners. In return he kicked me in the head. And kept kicking. He kicked me blind, tauren. You'll find Captain Peake at the top of this tower. If you seek justice, bring me his eyes. If he does not part with them willingly... so be it.

Another one of Kaltunk's recruits, hmm? A sorry state of affairs we find ourselves in if this is the best the Horde can produce. No matter. By the time we think you're ready to leave the Valley, you'll be a proud warrior of the Horde.

Aw man, this ain't good. Not one bit, mon. Thrall's off to sea, Vol'jin's taking care of business in Echo Isles, and old Master Gadrin is left behind to take care of Sen'jin. And then what happens? Those humans come outta Northwatch Hold and set up camp in our backyard! Lucky for us, they just got here, and they're still setting up their base. You can help out old Gadrin by destroying those big supply crates they carry, and by killing the laborers carryin' them. You'll find'm to the southwest.

Heya mon! Bom'bay be workin' on some new mojo. You wanna try a piece of it? Well, before ya do, Bom'bay's gonna need ya to pick up some jujus. First, Bom'bay needs ya to get some o' the goop from the crabs down by the water. Let me see your hands! <Bom'bay examines your hands closely.> Bom'bay gonna need 5 handfuls. Go on now!

I've been sent to investigate the presence of more Burning Blade agents here in Durotar. To the northeast, you'll find a cave where the organization trains their new recruits. I'm interested in what exactly they are teaching these neophytes. I only tell you this because you seem to be looking for work. If you're interested in a little coin, sack the cave and return with their spellscrolls. The cave is somewhat hidden: exit Razor Hill from the east, and follow the canyon's eastern ridge.